Murder Mystery Set in My School
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Adams' Grammar School Murder Mystery
Chapter 1: The Death Of An Earthworm
A new day dawned on Adams' Grammar School. It was a Tuesday in early
March, bright with the promise of Spring. The sunlight glinted off the
golden hands of the ancient school clock, momentarily dazzling Mr R.
Jones, veteran teacher of history, as he moved busily about the
grounds in search of the disappearing textbooks. The school seemed to
light up with every footfall, painted with a brush of tranquillity and
joy. He passed Mr Cripps' lesson, in which a stimulating lecture on
igneous rocks had been interrupted by visitors. The younger man was
now busily engaged in describing the wonders of chemistry to the
prospective parents. They were highly impressed, if not a little
bemused.
Mr Jones drifted past a window, through which a pair of Sixth Formers
could be seen socialising in their common room. One checked his watch,
and trotted merrily off to his next lesson. The other retired to the
library for study, settling down under the warm, comforting glow of
the lights. His studious endeavours would put him in good stead for
the test next lesson.
Despite his urgency, the experienced teacher could not help slowing to
appreciate the beauty of the day. The gentle warmth and the cool,
refreshing breeze invited a kind of joyful lethargy. It was as if
comfortable blanket lay over the school, suppressing all ideas of
exigency or obligation. In the staffroom, Mr Brown sat down with his
customary cup of tea, and, some...
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sustenance for the murderers, policemen and innocent victims of the
future. Neil Gibbs had never been aware of his importance in this
great cycle, but the earthworm had. The horror of the loss of life,
the wish for vengeance, all the emotions which so complicate human
existence, are irrelevant detail to the world, millennia old. But the
trade that was life for life, the ending that created beginnings, was
of infinite significance.
The children of the earthworm were content, travelling slowly through
the underground passageways that were their realm. One, indisputable
fact defined their existence. Complex man might find the two words
that express it trite or foolish, but creatures of the divine
simplicity of earthworms are able to perceive their profundity.
They knew that life continues, and that pleased them.
It started as any ordinary day at Fowler Middle School, kids laughing and learning. But, at 8:51 AM, a classroom of students walked into a horrifying scene. Marilyn Tokzulott’s second-period class found their teacher dead on the floor behind her desk, murdered. Despite the many suspects, one stands out above all. Billy Plummer, the boyfriend of the victim's daughter, committed this murder. It is clear that the murderer was Mr.Plummer because of involvement in previous conflicts with Mrs. Tokzullot, presence at the crime scene and access to the murder weapon.
In her article, Greene reflects on Alfred Schultz’s idea of wide-awkeness as a “sense of achievement, a type of awareness” (Greene, 1978). She goes on to explain that as teachers and students we must be aware of our surroundings. The habits we submerge ourselves in as human beings become mundane. I think about our morning routine: alarm goes off, shower, get dressed, makeup, hair, wake up kids, a couple of “hurry up get your shoes on”, get into car, drive for half-hour, drop off at daycare, arrive at school, proceed through the day. This happens every single morning. We rarely deviate from our routine and it is exactly what Greene calls “habitual activities” (p. 42).
Sometimes it is all I can think about. It is all I want, all I need. The feeling of euphoria it gives me is incredible. If you are wondering what I am talking about I will explain, but be warned this may not be to your liking.
A girl was abducted from her home when she was doing homework outside who later was found deceased near a creek. Eight months later, two girls, one that was twelve, and the other fifteen, were also abducted and found deceased near a creek. All three girls had a blue colored fiber on them, which determined that there was a serial killer on the loose.
“The teacher’s desk was supplied with drawers, in which were stored books and other et ceteras of the profession. The children observed Nig very busy there one morning before school, as they flitted in occasionally from their play outside. The master came: called the children to order; opened a drawer to take a book the occasion required; when out poured a volume of smoke. “Fire! Fire!” screamed he, at the top of his voice. By the time he had been sufficiently acquainted with the peculiar odor, to know he was imposed upon. The scholars shouted in laughter to see the terror of the dupe, who, feeling abashed at the needless fright, made no very strict investigation, and Nig once more escaped punishment. She had provided herself with cigars, and puffing, puffing away at the crack of the drawer, had filled it with smoke, and then closed it tightly to deceive the teacher, and amuse the scholars. The interim of terms was filled up with a variety of duties new and peculiar. At home, no matter how powerful the heat when sent to rake hay or guard the grazing herd, she was never permitted to shield her skin from the sun. She was not many shades darker than Mary now; what a calamity it would be ever to hear the contrast spoken of. Mrs.Bellmont was determined the sun should have full power to darken the shade which nature had first bestowed upon her as best befitting.
IN the early morning light, robert chippendale, English teacher for more than 20 years at Tower High, punches in at 7:04. he will never touch the card again. he is unaware that before this day is over, Tower will be rocked by murder, spotlighted by the ten o'clock news and denounced by the general public. Dressed in a blue jogging suit, he carries over his shoulder his sports jacket and newer slacks- his school clothes- in a garment bag, which he hangs in the teacher's locker room. Lightly jogging down the stairs to the back dorr, he pushes it open to cross the short path to the running track. He lets his mind wander. Is it too late to change his life? Season spent running in circles, starting and stopping at the same point on the track, a metaphor, he thinks, for his teaching career, now rutted like the track itself,in the soft years of familiarity. he bends down to retie his laces and notices that the air is surprisingly
As the Bobcats waited to be introduced they knew how hostile the crowd was going to be. They were in Lafayette, the birthplace of Louisiana hockey, playing the home town Acadiana Wreckin' Rams. Acadiana High was introduced, and now it was their moment. The arena speakers boomed, the band, who had a decent trip in just a few school buses, played the fight song as the announcer said, "Ladies and gentleman, the Bienville High School Bobcats." The players on the second through fourth line skated onto the ice, until the announcer began to speak again. "Ladies and gentlemen, the starting lineup for Bienville High School!
It was a typical day at Strion Middle School, and Felipe Jones was getting pushed around as usual.
Columbine High was a very tragic incident that spread around the country and had rumors that multiplied and spread like wildfire. It terrified people everywhere causing many things to change in schools, teachers, and in students. Schools learned from this attack that anything could happen when you least expect it and that they needed to prepare for the worst if it ever came.
Hobbes, T. (1991). Leviathan. Edited with an introduction and notes by Richard Tuck. Cambridge University Press.
I walked up the long, stone stairs of Hidden Oaks Middle School. Middle school students were walking up the stairs alongside me and talking with each other. I joined this math club because I wanted to fit in and make new friends. We opened the doors and walked through the long hall filled with posters and works of students. We walked into Mrs. Janasky’s room. I sat down next to my sister and talked with her. The teacher handed us a piece of paper covered in math problems.
A bead of sweat trickled across my neck like an ice-cold drop of rain running down a windowpane. I stood anxiously, juxtaposed to ten of my fifth grade classmates on a dusty six-inch high platform, each of us in our lint-free suits, as I stared forward to meet the unforgiving eyes of the students and teachers of Main Dunstable Elementary School. A steady stream of parents entered the gymnasium, and I heard chatter as parents and kids conversed noisily with each other. I felt my throat tighten and wished for the emcee, Mrs. Paradis, the principal of our school, to take up the microphone and begin the ceremony.
Serial murder investigations are the most difficult cases for investigators. Serial murder investigations can become wide spread, and can include many challenges that will require time, money and resources. An example of the commitment required to investigate a serial murder case is that of Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber. One investigator worked the investigation full time for 11 years. The day he made the Arrest was the day he retired. Serial murder is one of today’s most terrifying crimes. The killing of multiple people within various jurisdictions can alter everyday life for people residing within these communities. The result is intense pressure from the public and media placed on investigators to track down and apprehend these killers who commit such horrific acts to unsuspecting victims.
...rsh whisper, as if anticipating the cruelty to come. There is a sharp chill in the air, like a slap in the face and the crickets had increased their tempo of ‘creek’creek’creek’ like a heart thumping. The moon has come out between the clouds and spread a light, as if preparing its stage for a play. All the elements of nature have prepared themselves. All that is left for me to be ready for the one sided battle between the white men and the black man.
My time observing was not only educational for me on how to become the teacher I desire to be, but as well as how to better myself as a student and improve my own learning. I observed some wonderful learning tools that I have since implemented into my own education to develop my own learning.